Unlike Judith, who lived in a world with colored contact lenses, these people never even thought about changing the color of their eyes.
Other people would have been the same. They would have caught Shadin after seeing the wanted poster but then released him after seeing that his eye colors were different.
“If the priest had figured out how to change the color of his eyes, it wouldn’t have been a big deal for him to enter the capital.”
Judith sighed briefly.
“He must have entered the capital city gates proudly.”
If you had made a fake ID, changed your eye color, worn a wig, and pretended to be an imperial citizen, the soldiers at the checkpoint would have been fooled.
“If the priest can change the color of his eyes, then we should write a new wanted poster. If we just arrest people who look like him, wouldn’t the priest also be caught?”
Cain sighed. He really didn't think something like that would be possible.
“But one question arises.”
“What is it, Marquis?”
“I know that the priest is very talented as a medium. But I don’t understand why he doesn’t use his abilities and instead attacks Madam and Erne in such an ignorant way.”
“He’s crazy.”
Judith trembled. The priest knew through Tia's eyes that Erne and Judith had Tia with them. Then he sent her a threatening letter demanding that Tia be returned.
But the threatening letter was false, and the priest quickly spread the rumor. What's more, he was now physically interfering with Judith's business.
This wasn't about taking Tia away. This was more of a malice thing, like, "Fuck you, you piece of shit." Judith didn't know why he had such malice.
“Don’t change the wanted poster, Marquis. If you rewrite the poster and put it up, it will let him know that we know that his eye color has changed.”
He's the guy who can change his bright yellow eyes to blue. Who knows, maybe he'll change them to green or brown next time.
“Let’s just let them wander around without any care.”
Still, they need to be concerned about the security around the Rhineland Mansion and the shops here.
Cain returned, promising to increase patrols.
The rest, including Judith and Erne, put the incense in a sin box and put it on the cart because someone might come in through the broken window and steal the incense.
'What do I do now?'
The priest must be caught, and the business must be restarted. In this vast capital, how can one find the man who can change the color of his eyes at will, and how can one rebuild a business whose reputation has once been ruined?
The future was as dark as the night sky.
Judith returned to the mansion with hunched shoulders, washed up, went back to her bedroom, and opened her ledger.
'First, I'll use half of the three thousand gold I brought to Leon to pay off the loan and lower the interest. I'll use the rest for living expenses.'
As Judith was calculating her budget in her ledger, there was a knock on her bedroom door.
“Come in.”
The door opened and Beichi poked his head out.
“What’s going on, Mr. Beichi? Come in and get out of there.”
“Then excuse me.”
Beichi sat down at the table in the bedroom. He licked his lips briefly and placed a small purse on the table.
“What is this?”
“This is the money I have been saving up little by little.”
“Yes? But why are you telling me that...”
“Aren’t you having a hard time because of us?”
Beichi wanted to be of some help to Judith. Judith was a lifesaver just by accepting them when they had nowhere else to go.
A ceiling that doesn't leak, a warm room and bed, a place where children can run around freely and godmothers can rest comfortably.
They received from Judith something they never thought they would receive in their lifetime.
Judith's eyes widened unexpectedly. After a moment of silence, Judith quickly waved her hand.
“It’s okay, Mr. Beichi. I still owe Leon money, and I’m not bankrupt yet.”
Judith would pick up money even if it was in the middle of a fire, but she couldn't bring herself to accept Beicho's money.
Before he came to the mansion, he lived hand to mouth, all the while feeding his large family.
He had finally saved up some money, but accepting it felt like eating the liver of a flea.
“Miss Harrington, please take this. It was money that no one else but you could have collected.”
“Mr. Beichi.”
“Shouldn’t we overcome the crisis together?”
Beichi pushed the purse towards Judith.
“I think I’ll try going to the apothecary again starting tomorrow.”
Sales of scented candles and moisturizing creams were unlikely to return to their former levels anytime soon.
Beichi wanted to help Judith even if it meant working as an apothecary.
“Then take a rest.”
Beichi quickly got up, fearing that Judith would refuse the purse again.
Judith shouted at Beichi's back as he was leaving the bedroom.
“Thank you, Mr. Beichi!”
“What are you talking about?”
Beichi smiled and left the bedroom. Before Judith, who had gotten up awkwardly, could sit down again, there was another knock on the door. This time it was Mia.
“I saved up all the salaries I received. It’s not much.”
Mia, Siya, Illuor, Ryan, and other family members pooled their savings from their meager salaries and brought them to Judith.
Judith said she would never accept it, but Mia semi-forcibly put the money bag in Judith's arms and ran away.
“May I come in, Miss Harrington?”
Sbe thought it was Erne this time, but it was Tia. Tia came holding an old box the size of her forearm and handed it to Judith.
“It’s a gold needle crystal stone that has been passed down from generation to generation.”
When she opened the box, a large golden needle crystal with a gold needle embedded in a transparent crystal shone brilliantly.
“I know that it is sold at a high price among nobles because it is said to be a jewel that wards off bad luck and brings good luck.”
Tia closed the box and handed it to Judith.
“My grandmother gave it to me. She said to sell it and use the money to pay off your debt.”
“No, it’s really not to the extent of selling items that have been passed down through generations.”
“Please accept it. That way, my grandmother and I will feel better. We are family.”
Tia also ran away before Judith could catch her. Judith sat down in a dazed state.
“Still feeling weak?”
This time the door finally opened and Erne came in.
Erne approached Judith, who was sitting on a chair and blinking blankly.
“In times like this, let’s have a drink. I have some alcohol that I brought from that gambler’s house.”
Judith looked at Erne. He was wearing a bathrobe and was holding an unusual object in his hand.
“Oh, right, this is what the kids told me to give to Miss Harrington.”
Erne handed Judith a small pouch, which she held with her index finger. Ten copper coins rustled inside the pouch.
“They're going to use it to pay off your debt. I guess they saved up some pocket money.”
Judith's eyes grew hot for some reason when she saw Kaya, Milo, and Vadim's dirty money.
“Did the kids just give you this and take it?”
“No, they threw it from far away and ran away. They were afraid I wouldn’t catch it.”
Is this what family is like?
For Judith, all her family members were people who took her money. She never once thought that she would receive help.
This, you know, was a very strange feeling.
The floor had collapsed, but it felt like she wouldn't fall endlessly. It was something like this: a baseless confidence that she could grab onto something and get back up.
“Don’t worry too much.”
Erne, who had come carrying a glass and a bottle of wine, gently took Judith's hand.
“If it comes down to it, I’ll go back to the arena.”
Who was the person who told you not to even mention the word 'to' in the stadium?
Judith burst into laughter, even though there was nothing to laugh about.
“Then, Erne, how about being a nude model? That wouldn’t hurt your body and you could make money.”
“..Ah, that’s a bit.”
Even if he rejoins the Knights Templar, he can still be a nude model. Judith can do it if she really wants to.
Erne swallowed dry saliva as he became embarrassed.
“But why is Miss Harrington so anxious to show my body to other people?”
Suddenly, such an annoying thought occurred to him. Usually, a husband hides his insides so that no one can see them.
Even when the Knights Templar trained with their upper bodies uncovered, some knights did not take their clothes off.
“My wife told me to be careful not to go anywhere with my upper body exposed.”
Even though the subject might change to a lover, the excuses were always the same.
But why doesn't Judith show such possessiveness?
Of course, he really hates women who tie him up. But he secretly felt bad because she was so loose.
“I was joking.”
I see. You too were a possessive woman.
“There is much more money in the arena than in modeling, so is there a need to become a model?”
...Oh, you? Was making money the problem?
Erne was about to ask but then gave up. That's just the way Judith is.
Knowing that wouldn't he be a fool for giving his heart and body away without being able to do anything?
Erne now understood the contradictory statement that the one who loves more always loses.
“Anyway, just tell me, Miss Harrington. I already got the information about the arena when Smith came last time.”
Other people would have been the same. They would have caught Shadin after seeing the wanted poster but then released him after seeing that his eye colors were different.
“If the priest had figured out how to change the color of his eyes, it wouldn’t have been a big deal for him to enter the capital.”
Judith sighed briefly.
“He must have entered the capital city gates proudly.”
If you had made a fake ID, changed your eye color, worn a wig, and pretended to be an imperial citizen, the soldiers at the checkpoint would have been fooled.
“If the priest can change the color of his eyes, then we should write a new wanted poster. If we just arrest people who look like him, wouldn’t the priest also be caught?”
Cain sighed. He really didn't think something like that would be possible.
“But one question arises.”
“What is it, Marquis?”
“I know that the priest is very talented as a medium. But I don’t understand why he doesn’t use his abilities and instead attacks Madam and Erne in such an ignorant way.”
“He’s crazy.”
Judith trembled. The priest knew through Tia's eyes that Erne and Judith had Tia with them. Then he sent her a threatening letter demanding that Tia be returned.
But the threatening letter was false, and the priest quickly spread the rumor. What's more, he was now physically interfering with Judith's business.
This wasn't about taking Tia away. This was more of a malice thing, like, "Fuck you, you piece of shit." Judith didn't know why he had such malice.
“Don’t change the wanted poster, Marquis. If you rewrite the poster and put it up, it will let him know that we know that his eye color has changed.”
He's the guy who can change his bright yellow eyes to blue. Who knows, maybe he'll change them to green or brown next time.
“Let’s just let them wander around without any care.”
Still, they need to be concerned about the security around the Rhineland Mansion and the shops here.
Cain returned, promising to increase patrols.
The rest, including Judith and Erne, put the incense in a sin box and put it on the cart because someone might come in through the broken window and steal the incense.
'What do I do now?'
The priest must be caught, and the business must be restarted. In this vast capital, how can one find the man who can change the color of his eyes at will, and how can one rebuild a business whose reputation has once been ruined?
The future was as dark as the night sky.
Judith returned to the mansion with hunched shoulders, washed up, went back to her bedroom, and opened her ledger.
'First, I'll use half of the three thousand gold I brought to Leon to pay off the loan and lower the interest. I'll use the rest for living expenses.'
As Judith was calculating her budget in her ledger, there was a knock on her bedroom door.
“Come in.”
The door opened and Beichi poked his head out.
“What’s going on, Mr. Beichi? Come in and get out of there.”
“Then excuse me.”
Beichi sat down at the table in the bedroom. He licked his lips briefly and placed a small purse on the table.
“What is this?”
“This is the money I have been saving up little by little.”
“Yes? But why are you telling me that...”
“Aren’t you having a hard time because of us?”
Beichi wanted to be of some help to Judith. Judith was a lifesaver just by accepting them when they had nowhere else to go.
A ceiling that doesn't leak, a warm room and bed, a place where children can run around freely and godmothers can rest comfortably.
They received from Judith something they never thought they would receive in their lifetime.
Judith's eyes widened unexpectedly. After a moment of silence, Judith quickly waved her hand.
“It’s okay, Mr. Beichi. I still owe Leon money, and I’m not bankrupt yet.”
Judith would pick up money even if it was in the middle of a fire, but she couldn't bring herself to accept Beicho's money.
Before he came to the mansion, he lived hand to mouth, all the while feeding his large family.
He had finally saved up some money, but accepting it felt like eating the liver of a flea.
“Miss Harrington, please take this. It was money that no one else but you could have collected.”
“Mr. Beichi.”
“Shouldn’t we overcome the crisis together?”
Beichi pushed the purse towards Judith.
“I think I’ll try going to the apothecary again starting tomorrow.”
Sales of scented candles and moisturizing creams were unlikely to return to their former levels anytime soon.
Beichi wanted to help Judith even if it meant working as an apothecary.
“Then take a rest.”
Beichi quickly got up, fearing that Judith would refuse the purse again.
Judith shouted at Beichi's back as he was leaving the bedroom.
“Thank you, Mr. Beichi!”
“What are you talking about?”
Beichi smiled and left the bedroom. Before Judith, who had gotten up awkwardly, could sit down again, there was another knock on the door. This time it was Mia.
“I saved up all the salaries I received. It’s not much.”
Mia, Siya, Illuor, Ryan, and other family members pooled their savings from their meager salaries and brought them to Judith.
Judith said she would never accept it, but Mia semi-forcibly put the money bag in Judith's arms and ran away.
“May I come in, Miss Harrington?”
Sbe thought it was Erne this time, but it was Tia. Tia came holding an old box the size of her forearm and handed it to Judith.
“It’s a gold needle crystal stone that has been passed down from generation to generation.”
When she opened the box, a large golden needle crystal with a gold needle embedded in a transparent crystal shone brilliantly.
“I know that it is sold at a high price among nobles because it is said to be a jewel that wards off bad luck and brings good luck.”
Tia closed the box and handed it to Judith.
“My grandmother gave it to me. She said to sell it and use the money to pay off your debt.”
“No, it’s really not to the extent of selling items that have been passed down through generations.”
“Please accept it. That way, my grandmother and I will feel better. We are family.”
Tia also ran away before Judith could catch her. Judith sat down in a dazed state.
“Still feeling weak?”
This time the door finally opened and Erne came in.
Erne approached Judith, who was sitting on a chair and blinking blankly.
“In times like this, let’s have a drink. I have some alcohol that I brought from that gambler’s house.”
Judith looked at Erne. He was wearing a bathrobe and was holding an unusual object in his hand.
“Oh, right, this is what the kids told me to give to Miss Harrington.”
Erne handed Judith a small pouch, which she held with her index finger. Ten copper coins rustled inside the pouch.
“They're going to use it to pay off your debt. I guess they saved up some pocket money.”
Judith's eyes grew hot for some reason when she saw Kaya, Milo, and Vadim's dirty money.
“Did the kids just give you this and take it?”
“No, they threw it from far away and ran away. They were afraid I wouldn’t catch it.”
Is this what family is like?
For Judith, all her family members were people who took her money. She never once thought that she would receive help.
This, you know, was a very strange feeling.
The floor had collapsed, but it felt like she wouldn't fall endlessly. It was something like this: a baseless confidence that she could grab onto something and get back up.
“Don’t worry too much.”
Erne, who had come carrying a glass and a bottle of wine, gently took Judith's hand.
“If it comes down to it, I’ll go back to the arena.”
Who was the person who told you not to even mention the word 'to' in the stadium?
Judith burst into laughter, even though there was nothing to laugh about.
“Then, Erne, how about being a nude model? That wouldn’t hurt your body and you could make money.”
“..Ah, that’s a bit.”
Even if he rejoins the Knights Templar, he can still be a nude model. Judith can do it if she really wants to.
Erne swallowed dry saliva as he became embarrassed.
“But why is Miss Harrington so anxious to show my body to other people?”
Suddenly, such an annoying thought occurred to him. Usually, a husband hides his insides so that no one can see them.
Even when the Knights Templar trained with their upper bodies uncovered, some knights did not take their clothes off.
“My wife told me to be careful not to go anywhere with my upper body exposed.”
Even though the subject might change to a lover, the excuses were always the same.
But why doesn't Judith show such possessiveness?
Of course, he really hates women who tie him up. But he secretly felt bad because she was so loose.
“I was joking.”
I see. You too were a possessive woman.
“There is much more money in the arena than in modeling, so is there a need to become a model?”
...Oh, you? Was making money the problem?
Erne was about to ask but then gave up. That's just the way Judith is.
Knowing that wouldn't he be a fool for giving his heart and body away without being able to do anything?
Erne now understood the contradictory statement that the one who loves more always loses.
“Anyway, just tell me, Miss Harrington. I already got the information about the arena when Smith came last time.”
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